There has been a lot of talk lately on saving
the nuclear family from destruction by perverts.
Who better to lead the way than Marlyn Manson?
Drones Delivered My Dinner
The only reason this is not true is because I'm in a town that doesn't do this. This is already in place all over the country.
How cool is it to have a drone deliver meals?
Is it cooler than never seeing a persistent "tipping" presumption on your screen ever again?--or having some stupid delivery asshole shit in your ear about how miserable YOU are making his life because his employer isn't paying him, so now it's your responsibility?
Less than a week ago, I had a driver deliver my food to the wrong fucking hotel, and when I texted him, he said, "tip next time." So if I had given him extra money, that would have been stupid, because I would have paid him extra to take it to the wrong building, right? Know this full well, he still makes that argument, because we have allowed guilt to drive us to cover the labor costs of all companies now. It's not just a friendly few extra dollars to a waiter for a nice meal in a restaurant, now our fucking voice computers are telling us we can use the app to thank the shipper. Fuck right off with that. You know all they're doing is trying to pave the way for you to tip the fucking UPS guy, and the amazon delivery guy, and it's gotten to be where every time you step out your fucking door, any asshole in a hat who does their job at all is looking to YOU for wages.
Drones are going to change all that forever.
If you don't like your job being replaced by a robot, then beat up your employer for not paying you instead of fucking with your customers--because it was ALWAYS your employer's responsibility.
...and on top of that, it gets delivered to the right place, and arrives HOT. :)
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Autumn Blessings to My Best Friends
Earlier today, I was disrespected and treated like shit by a po-dump low-rent hump who shortly after a brief talk with his boss, lost his job for it.
As I sat mulling over what had happened, I realized--why the hell am I whining about this? I've get the best fuckin life in the world, as reward for an honorable career protecting protectors, while this wage-slave is now crying into his ramen noodles in his parents' basement.
So, instead of whining any further, I went out and had the best porterhouse steak in the best restaurant in the city, over drinks with a First Responder air medic who dives into Freezing Alaska waters saving lives, and then got a ride home from a Marine sniper who did Overwatch for a lot of our guys in the Middle East.
I also brought back a nice cuisine meal to our conceirge, who has always been good to me, and made her very happy.
I wasted a lot of time reading the Babalonian Talmud, which is a shit text time vampire I recommend you do not waste your life on no matter who you are--but the one thing that tattoed itself on my brain forever was this lesson:
The best vengeance
is always living well.
What is done well once is done well forever, and the rest of my life will be spent enjoying the luxuries that my honorable decisions and performance has brought, while Captain Cuntface gets to stand at the back of the unemployment line tomorrow, and ask how many interviews it takes before he's trusted to sell dogfood.
In these moments, I like to think about all the friends I've made that have brought my life happiness over the years, and wish the best for them.
PaulTiki, Mr Warpaint, Glasscock, and The Gnome Queen especially, now that it's autumn.
All of you have made it autumn every day of the year for me for as many years as I can remember, and I want you to know I love you for it. For whatever our minor disagreements, you've all put me in the position of my heart feeling great every time I think of you and the years I"ve known you.
So I dedicate this song to you--the single best autumn song I know, and the one I will always think of you when I put it on and enjoy the falling colored leaves of autumn.
The world is truly a wondrous, beautiful place. That part of it may be highly fragmented, and separate from the rest of the world in order to survive, but it is still there--it's just a matter of creating it and keeping it separate, which is an accomplishment I believe we have all done well together.
Whatever the past, whatever the future, and whatever abominations we face together or apart, you're the ones I think of when autumn is at its best, when cozy times with friends dominate my memories.
May the world bear witness
to my love and my blessings
to PaulTiki
to Warpaint
to Glasscock
to Gnome Queen:
You are treasured.
You are loved.
You are never alone.
nulla opus est paenitentia
erratorum hesternorum.
praeterita praeterierunt,
nil fatum minans
nulla fortuna indomita
nulla fames
nulla nausea
nulla formido
nulla mors
nil a fronte
nil a tergo
solum quies
lux
calor
dolor quem sensisti
dolor quem aliis fecisti
est pone te.
noli respicere
noli timere futura.
est solum temporis pulsus
firmans
mitigans.
in luce mea apricare
te solare me adesse:
numquam solus eris.
How To Discover the Truth About Anything
Have you noticed that it seems to be a universal human trait that separates the undeveloped from those who succeed in analytical fields, that the undeveloped tend to not even realize that the ego gets involved in an opportunity to make others dance attendance to their whims, and because they are driven by smugness instead of safety, they end up with a lot of pretty and stupid answers that steer them completely wrong because that approach does not make an effort to shape their questions into the kind that will render an objectively accurate answer, but because the question was formed to satisfy themselves, they get a biased answer that reflects their disinterest in formulating their questions?
Clergy are used to an atmosphere where they can manipulate anything said to their purpose, and the consequence is greater money and influence no matter what they say or do.
The analyst, be it a medic, an I.T. tech, an aircraft mechanic, or any other similar mentally disciplined field, knows that approach is not a choice, because the consequence isn't just a bunch of followers saying "Amen," it's a fucking plane full of kids falling out of the sky or a pregnant woman going into anaphylactic shock and dying in childbirth, or a firefighter getting gunned down by a mob.
Those potential outcomes create a culture where you don't fuck around when you ask questions, and the second you do, your ass is out the door and in an unemployment line, if not handcuffed to a stretcher.
Looking for "truth?" Don't go to a church. Tell the carnival barker at the pulpit to fuck off, and then go to a hospital ICU, or an FAA aircraft hangar, or a 911 call center, or a server room--and don't ask them for answers to anything, just listen to how they ask questions, then go and do likewise. You'll find yourself arriving at the actual truth of anything doing as they do. There will be mistakes, but they'll no longer be the rule, they will be the exception.
Those are the places full of people who are good at finding out the truth about things, because when they fail to get the right answers, everybody explodes and dies instead of singing pretty songs and putting their wallet in the offering plate.
Bottom line is if you want the truth about anything, you have to ask the right questions, and that only happens with practice working with those who are really good at it--not just giving over to those who look very official at looking like they know what they're doing--because they don't know what they are doing and they're lying to you.
Netanyahu Announces He Will Dissolve the State of Israel
November 2, 2024
JERUSALEM—Following a weekend bus bombing in Tel Aviv that left six dead and dozens more critically injured, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu on Monday issued an ultimatum to Palestinian extremists: "Either put an end to your deadly, mindless attacks, or we will have no choice but to dissolve the state of Israel as we know it."
In a televised address Olmert, who characterized the latest bombing as "one short of permanently ending our century-long Zionist experiment," warned Islamic radicals that Israel would not stand any further "methodical and deeply intimidating" acts of terror, "whether outside a popular nightclub in Haifa or in a crowded marketplace in Be'er Sheva, as just one more of these atrocities will surely crush the once-resolute spirit of the Israeli people."
"Even a loud explosion in a vacant lot could shatter our solidarity at this point," Netanyahu added.
The prime minister, whose term has seen a surge in violence after a period of relative calm, advised those thinking of inflicting further damage upon Israel not to follow through with their "surefire plans," claiming that such a strategy would undoubtedly result in "the realization of their fondest, most cherished hopes and dreams."
"We are past the point of negotiating with these killers," Netanyahu said. "One more deadly, or not so deadly, attack, regardless of what form it takes—suicide bombing, school-bus shooting, car bombing—or who is behind it, will be the last straw for us."
Added Netanyahu: "For years we have stood defiant in the face of these cowardly attacks. But they have finally managed to completely break down our very will to exist."
Netanyahu urged organizations like Hamas, Hezbollah, Islamic Jihad, the Armed Islamic Group, the Muslim Brotherhood, and al-Qaeda not to test his conviction.
Said Netanyahu: "Even as I speak, the full might of the Israeli military is standing by to surrender should another suicide bombing occur."
Netanyahu added that he hoped Israel's "strong and decisive stance" would make would-be martyrs "think twice before wiping the state of Israel off the face of the earth." He also assured militant Palestinians that there would be "no going back" after the next attack, and that if they chose violence, "they would be forced to live with the consequences of their actions."
"Mark my words, we are prepared to give in," he added. "All of Israel is poised to jump into the sea."
Netanyahu concluded with the threat that, should Israel endure one more act of terror, he would "respond quickly and forcefully with complete acquiescence to every one of these extremists' demands."
"This is your final warning," Netanyahu said.
International observers called Netanyahu's remarks part of a larger trend.
"This proves once and for all that terrorism, in all its forms, works," UN Secretary-General António Guterres said. "Israel may very well be the first of many powerful, well-armed nations that will have to succumb to the foolproof tactics of these murderous fiends."
"Terrorists are very dedicated," said Netanya, Israel resident Gavriel Meltzer. "To be willing to give your life for what you believe in—it's a powerful statement. I've got to say, they've got me convinced. Maybe they're right."
Democrats Have A Butt Clitoris
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Did you know all Democrats have a prominent butt clitoris, and have to have special pants made to accomodate their wiggling stub?
Is It the People Fixing the World Who Are Breaking It the Most?
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All that is needed for evil to succeed is for good people to do nothing--unless the "good" people are too fucking stupid to know the difference, then all that's needed for evil to succeed is for the good people to do anything at all.
Have you ever really considered the behavior we routinely approve as "good?"--I mean really thought all the way through? A lot of it is fucking horrifying, and countless levels below all the shit we call evil in the world.
All that is needed for evil to succeed is for stupid people to think they're the goodguys--which is why the world is guaranteed to burn.
It's time to stop trying and failing to fix the world, and just fix our own little part of it. If we all do that and get it right, the world will work again. If we don't, then we only broke part of it.
Bjorking Bjork
Bjork is so unusual.
Did you know Bjork's full name is Björk Guðmundsdóttir?
My guess is she was named by her parents, Gunnar Guðmundsson and Hallfríður Guðmundsdóttir, in a tragic typewriter accident while being mercilessly punched in the genitals by someone with a pronunciation-induced tongue injury.
Whatever the case though, her images don't really do her justice--you really have to actually see and hear her talk in order to get why I would bang her 300 times a day if I could.
She might be the single hottest woman in the world, when she's not trying way too hard--or at least 30 years ago.
What a nice voice--its pretty and sharp and beautiful, but never shrill, with just enough low frequency rasp to it to be relaxing. If a woman's voice could be a delicious hazelnut coffee wearing a cozy sweater...
Billy Squier Feels Like a Man, and Probably Got One
I often wonder if singing this song made BS feel like a man, and if he ever got one by singing it. My guess is absolutely.
I feel bad bashing the music, because I thought this song was a lot of fun when I was a kid and had a kid's judgement, even though it's the kind of music I can make, and I'm not a musician.
Then again, even as a kid, I never saw the video. It's not just the faggoty prancing around a bed in the weirdass light blue pants and weird pink wifebeater, which is gayer than Boy George's broken asshole, what I find striking is the tone of the music--there's a desperation quality to the sound of his voice like he's not just trying to get laid, he's pissed off about it, and yelling in a woman's face who said no a hundred times.
I'm not saying Billy Squier is a limpdick rapist or anything, I'm just saying he probably gets really pissed off at the women running away from his pink clothes that he can't get it up for, and punches them in the back of the head so they can't get away. That's all I'm saying.
The song is fun though--in the same way french fries are delicious but turn you into a fat pig which is not delicious to anyone else, so enjoy it if you like, but I'd do so alone and definitely don't play it around any women you want to have sex with, because a few lines into the song, they're very likely to give you a look, without saying anything verbally, which means "I don't know why he's playing this piece of shit, but no man this desperate could possibly get a boner properly, and even if he could, do you really want to fuck an angry man during a shouting match who is barking orders at you to fuck him?"
The answer is a big fuckin NO--try a nice pleasant dinner, maybe a few candles and some light conversation. Peaceful pleasant company gets you a lot further than screaming orders to be affectionate. You're looking at the driest hole in the Mojave, and I'm kind of surprised Mr Squier never figured this out--especially since he was married to a female soccer player who probably beat the shit out of him every time he sang to her. Maybe that's why--maybe she was so tough she just knew he couldn't enforce it.
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